[Music: Adams / Harrington / Kaufmann]

[Lyrics: Esquivel]



Into optic illusions 

Try to foresee what is to be 

made&Chosen I may be the one 

Chosen I just might be the one to 

live 



I never heard a word they said 

But now I see the light shining 

Through eyes 

It leaves me pacified 



Illusions leave me blind 

Black is all I see 

Formed is a twisted image 

That was chosen for me 



I never questioned why 

I never saw a reason for suicide 

Or planned to take my life 



The will to live my mind sets free 

Into the vast of misery 

Tomorrow seems so far away 

Illusions of conspiracy 



My conscience is my only friend 

Learn to live my life in peace 

The chosen, I may be the one 

To live my life and be set free